Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 311

I couldn’t help but wonder how they came to know about my powers. Then it all clicked. Jin! The betrayal stung. How
could they have found out, when I had not told anyone of my powers except for Jin, and the villagers? The village I had
been staying in was very far from any contact to here, so I did not doubt them. It had to be her.
Tears rolled off my cheeks as I sat on a bed which I could now call mine. But, now, there was nothing I could do about it.
I surrendered to my fate, and promised myself to at least do a good job saving our country.
Shanghai, 1937.
I woke up from a horrible nightmare which I was too afraid to call a vision. I willed myself to think it wasn’t true. All that
blood, all that fighting, I told myself to stay calm. What should I do? I pulled myself back together, and immediately ran to
the Emperor’s court.
“The Sino-Japanese have arrived.” I said gravely.